The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you fo' real and you ain't Universal Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync Ignoramus, I'm the baddest the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, snatch your status With this ugly billboard, you could stop them But I got enough to make my own top ten
You like the spread of traffic You bite my off the radio So when you speak you bet I hear the You chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, out, I begin to curve indispicuous Gotcha, on your hands and Ain't it about time for some real
The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova
Uh, we on a tonight When you see me comin', I front, I fight People say I'm cause I'm all about peace To say the least, a violent history It no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me My people see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Well, you can help if you exist, huh
I think 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop matter to me it matter to you? My crew If it does, you know the hell to do your guns in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers know we in Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS you they at the end of they days
Let me tell you, give hip hop a lift And buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth That'll send a back to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your done fell out You even know how I told you I talkin' about you then But I'm about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one right through Even St. Louis don't you